Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

It was 2 o'clock in the morning in Budapest. It started to snow lightly in the evening. The whole city was dead silent except for the bleak north wind.

Suburbs, holiday zoo.

When Du Weiguo returned to the safe house disguised as an abandoned warehouse and met Manny, his brows suddenly furrowed, like a sword unsheathed.

At the entrance of the warehouse, there were a few ruts and footprints on the snow-covered road.

Although it was covered by snow, with Du Weiguo's eyesight, he could still clearly distinguish many problems.

This is the indentation left by the Volkswagen Jeep VW181. There are 3 cars and ten people in total, all of them are strong men. They came about an hour ago.

The safe house hidden underground had been destroyed and was in a mess. There were several bullet holes in the wall. There was a special smell of gunpowder smoke in the room.

This was the unique smell of shock bombs. In addition, there were several pools of solidified and blackened blood stains on the wall and floor.

Judging from the angles and traces of the footprints and blood splatters, two intruders should have been shot dead on the spot, one shot in the head and the other shot in the heart.

However, Manny disappeared, and there was no body. It was obvious that she was abducted.

From the analysis of the traces left in the safe house, the purpose of this group of intruders is undoubtedly to capture alive. Otherwise, as long as the shock grenade is replaced with a high-explosive grenade, Manny will die!

Based on the background of the current situation in the six places that the two men had talked about before, it is likely that it was internal strife caused by strife.

"Fuck! God is annoying!"

Du Weiguo violently punched the wall. The solid concrete wall was hammered into a deep pit and cracked.

Stinger, that bastard, has probably already set off for Munich, or even arrived. Du Weiguo is now in a hurry to kill him. If he delays for too long, it will be easy for him to slip away again.

However, without Manny, Du Weiguo would not be able to go at all.

The distance from Budapest to Munich is actually not that far, only about 700 kilometers, but it requires crossing several countries.

Du Weiguo didn't have a passport or pass, and he didn't know the road. Even if he teleported all the way according to the map, it would be in vain. He was unfamiliar with the place, and he didn't understand the language, making it difficult to move.

Besides, Manny can be considered half of his pillow, even though it's all just for fun, so she can't just die without saving her.

"Numbly, no matter who dares to ruin my good deeds, they will be damned!"

Although the harsh words were spoken harshly, it was extremely difficult to actually put them into practice. Du Weiguo, in Budapest, also had a dark look in his eyes and was struggling to walk.

I had no choice but to use the stupidest method, following the car tracks all the way to look for traces. Although the snow covered the traces, it could not stop Du Weiguo's sharp eyes.

However, after entering the city, even though it was late at night, there were still vehicles driving back and forth, seriously damaging the traces. Even Du Weiguo had to slow down and distinguish carefully.

Following the car tracks all the way, Du Weiguo stopped helplessly when he came to the big carousel of Vosmarti Square.

Not only were the ruts completely messed up, making them extremely difficult to distinguish, but the key point was that after that, the three cars separated and took different paths.

No matter how awesome Du Weiguo is, he can't chase him alone. Damn it, he has no more curses to recite.

"Whoo~"

Standing under the huge statue of Vosmarti, Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke for a long time to suppress his slightly anxious mood.

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. The current time was 3:35 in the morning, which was about 3 hours before dawn.

We must resolve this situation as soon as possible before sunrise, and then set off for Munich.

Because after dawn, the news of Bourne's death will most likely spread rapidly. By then, Pudapest will most likely be under martial law, and the cunning beast Stinger may even be shocked.

After thinking for a while, Du Weiguo flicked his cigarette butt, took out his satellite phone, and quickly dialed a number.

This number was the emergency contact information for the secret contact point in Budapest that Natasha had left for him.

At present, the Cold War storm caused by the two superpowers, Eagle Sauce and Mao Xiong, has already spread throughout Europe, forming two tit-for-tat opposing camps, NATO and the Warsaw Pact.

Hungary is affiliated to NATO, so the KGB's secret contact point in Budapest is equivalent to a nail buried in the enemy camp. It is always in a deep dive state and cannot be easily moved.

However, Du Weiguo was so anxious now that he couldn't care about this.

In the middle of the night, the phone rang for a long time before someone answered it. It was a deep and hoarse man's voice, as if he had been awakened, and his tone was not good:

"Hey, who is it?"

Du Weiguo suddenly said a series of incomprehensible and unrelated words, a total of 9 words:

"Stove, hammer, sturgeon, ram, broom, tank~~"

The man on the other side of the phone became energetic almost instantly, no longer sleepy, and his tone was solemn, serious, and slightly trembling:

"Hello, sir, my name is Sergei Ivanov, the person in charge in Budapest. What are your instructions?"

This set of secret codes is known only to the person in charge of the KGB's secondary contact points. It is the highest-level action order, which is equivalent to Nikonov's personal arrival.

Du Weiguo also had no ink marks and said in a deep voice:

"In the early hours of this morning, between 2 and 2:10, there was a group of unidentified armed men, numbering more than people.

They drove three military Volkswagen VW181s, separated at the Vorosmarty Square roundabout, and drove in three directions: west, north and south. "

At this point, Du Weiguo paused: "Sergey, did you hear everything clearly?"

Sergey's answer was very succinct: "Yes, very clear, sir!"

"Okay!" Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and his tone suddenly became harsh:

"Sergey, use all your strength immediately to find the whereabouts of these three vehicles at any cost. You only have 2 and a half hours. You must complete the task before dawn. Is there any problem?"

Sergey's voice was very decisive, without even a trace of hesitation:

"No problem, sir."

Immediately, he added murderously: "Sir, if we encounter resistance from the other side, how should we respond? Capture him alive or kill him?"

Du Weiguo was very satisfied with his question:

"All male targets will be killed without mercy. Young female targets can only be captured alive. If necessary, they can be stunned or wounded!"

"Understood, sir, I promise to complete the mission!" Sergey's tone was solemn and decisive.

Du Weiguo nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, Sergey, I'm waiting for your news. My satellite phone number is~~"

Professional matters must be left to professional people, and when it comes to finding people, there is no organization in the world that is more professional than the KGB.

About ten minutes after hanging up the phone, a dozen dusty pickup trucks without even license plates came from a distance and braked suddenly and stopped near the turntable.

A group of burly men quickly jumped out of the car, carrying heavy toolboxes in their hands and pulling out more than a dozen powerful horses and dogs from the back bucket.

These big men had a clear division of labor and were in an orderly manner. After getting off the bus, they immediately separated a group and went to various intersections to quickly set up traffic jams to block passing vehicles.

There were also some scattered around, with their hands hidden in their coats on guard. In his arms were all Ingram micro-chargers equipped with silencers.

There were also a few men carrying tool boxes, quickly walked to the turntable, and took out professional tools such as diode hernia flashlights, hair dryers, brushes, and tweezers.

They swept away the snow quickly and squatted on the ground, carefully distinguishing the messy ruts almost inch by inch.

At first glance, it is the most professional trace identification.

On the rooftop of a building a few hundred meters away from the turntable, Du Weiguo stood like an owl in the shadow of the chimney.

He folded his arms and watched these KGB professionals at work, with their smooth and fluid movements, which he found pleasing to the eye.

When he saw that they had brought over a dozen well-trained horses and dogs, Du Weiguo knew that the matter was settled tonight.

The passing geese leave traces, and the passing wind leaves behind sounds. As long as they have existed, they will definitely leave clues. No matter how small they are, there will eventually be traces that cannot withstand the search of these professionals.

It only took a few minutes for these men to gain something. The capable soldiers divided into three groups, followed by a few horses and dogs, and drove away.

Du Weiguo smacked his mouth with burning eyes, suddenly jumped down from the top of the building, landed firmly on the ground, and then followed the southbound group from a distance.

Du Weiguo had no basis for choosing this direction, he just did it randomly.

Anyway, as long as you find any one of them, you can naturally follow the clues and find the other two roads. Or, there is only one road in the first place, different roads lead to the same destination.

At 4:27 in the morning, in the south of the city, near a port near the Danube River.

Several horses and dogs, covered in sweat and steaming with heat, stopped running wildly. They are all the most professional search dogs, well-trained and extremely smart.

They didn't make a sound, they just circled wildly in place, and kept moving towards a three-story red brick building on the shore a few hundred meters away, whimpering anxiously.

Obviously, this small red brick building is the destination. The person in charge who led the team to follow in this direction was a one-eyed man with an eye patch and a cold expression. He was very methodical in doing things.

He first ordered his men to calm down a few horses and dogs and carry them back to the back of the pickup truck. Then he carefully observed the dark small building through the night vision binoculars.

Then he got back in the car and quickly sent a telegram using the car radio.

At this moment, in the cold basement of the small red brick building, Manny fell into a coma, naked and fixed on a cold iron chair, with a black cloth hood over her head.

"Wow!"

The hood was suddenly pulled off violently, and a basin of cold water was poured on Manny's face, directly waking her up.

The moment she regained her vision, although Manny was shivering from the cold, she still squinted her eyes and quickly took stock of her surroundings.

This should be the basement of a residential house. It is not large in area and is close to the river. It is very tidal, and the walls are a little wet with moisture.

The three big masked men surrounding her in front of her are all of white origin. Judging from the color of their pupils, they are most likely from Western Europe or Northern Europe.

The five Nordic countries, Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Finland, and Iceland, are all small and scumbag countries. They have absolutely no courage and no ability to attack the safe house of MI6.

Manny directly ignored the opposing forces in the Western European countries. No one would be so stupid as to personally attack their own safe house. They would definitely choose to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Then, the only ones that dare to offend England are France and Ireland, and among them, Ireland, which has a deep hatred for England, is the most likely.

Yes, I was undoubtedly sold by the same period, to this group of radical Irish people. Friendship is no match for power after all!

With just a flash of lightning, Manny could roughly tell the origins of these people and the ins and outs of the matter.

This is the terrorist intelligence analysis ability of a top agent. She shook the water stains from her hair and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Are you the Irish Republican Army?"

"Pah!" Her answer was a heavy and loud slap, and half of Manny's cheeks instantly became red and swollen.

A strong man with a height of 190cm retracted his palm, and then yanked off his hood, revealing a shiny bald head and dark brown beard.

He grabbed Manny's chin and cursed fiercely: "Dirty British cousin, tell me, your name, affiliation? And position?"

"My name is Manny, Manny Louise Césaire, MI5, Chief of Intelligence Section , and concurrently Chief Intelligence Analyst."

Manny spat a mouthful of blood on the ground and revealed her identity without any concealment. Her joy made the big man look slightly stunned.

When it comes to cherishing their lives, Manny and Reina made the same choice.

"Part 5? Tell me, what is your purpose of coming to Budapest this time?"

The bald man frowned and asked sternly, his eyes obviously confused. He probably didn't quite understand the organizational structure of the Sixth Office.

"Ha~ What a bunch of idiots."

Manny smiled, and at the same time she despised these brainless and reckless men who only thought about muscles and were used as weapons.

He didn't even know her identity, so he dared to tie her up without knowing what kind of terrifying existence he had provoked.

At this moment, Manny had already begun counting down the death of these fools in her mind.

She firmly believed that Du Weiguo should be on his way here, and these cowardly guys would definitely die.

At this moment, outside the small building, the one-eyed man had received Sergey's reply. He got out of the car, gathered his men in a secluded alley not far away, and raised his hand to look at his watch:

"Right, it's 4:26."

At the end of the confrontation, the one-eyed man took over the submachine gun equipped with a silencer and the M57 high-explosive grenade handed over by his subordinates.

He checked the firearm familiarly, pulled the bolt, and ordered in a solemn and concise tone:

"The target is a three-story red building ahead. The number of the opponent is unknown, and the weapons are unknown. The combat mission is to secretly infiltrate and conduct a surprise attack.

Except for young women, all will be killed without mercy. Pay attention to search the basement first and move on time at 4:30. Ivan and Andre are responsible for the advance~"

Needless to say, the KGB's operating style is as simple and crude as ever, worthy of the name of a fighting nation.

There were only six people on the one-eyed man's side. Even though he knew that the enemy had a numerical advantage and even the weapons and equipment were unknown, he still decided to choose hard steel!

After neatly arranging the task, the one-eyed man raised his arm high and was about to give the order to start the attack.

At this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness and pressed his shoulder from behind, and a deep male voice sounded in his ear:

"Wait a moment!"

The one-eyed man and his men were instantly shocked, as if they had seen a ghost.

They are all special elites who have received rigorous training and have experienced hundreds of battles. Each of them is a master who has eyes and ears in all directions.

However, no one noticed it, and they couldn't believe that someone could quietly touch it right under their noses.

Everyone subconsciously raised their guns and pointed them behind the one-eyed man. He himself also wanted to raise his elbow and turn around to attack backwards.

However, the big hands on his shoulders suddenly tightened, like steel pliers. Half of his body suddenly became numb, and his arms hung down weakly.

"Train, fireplace, bread, bees, tea."

Du Weiguo's voice was unusually calm and steady, and he whispered a few words.

This is the third-level operation code of the KGB European Central Region, and it is also the highest-level instruction that these grassroots agents in front of them can know.

The KGB's operational codes are top secret and must be changed every quarter for each area. They are difficult to decipher. Anyway, they have never been leaked so far.

When the KGB agents heard this, they breathed a long sigh of relief. However, they did not move their guns away. They still maintained a vigilant posture and were on guard.

"who are you?"

Du Weiguo let go of the big man's shoulder, and he quickly turned around, his single eye shining brightly, and he looked at him warily.

"My name is Wesley."

Du Weiguo's voice was very soft and his tone was very indifferent.

But when the big man managed to see his appearance clearly and heard him announcing his home, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was dumbfounded and even stammered:

"You, you are the evil god!"

"Evil God?"

His men were also stunned, and they were all dumbfounded. They could no longer maintain their previous calmness and awe.

No wonder they were so surprised. You must know that Du Weiguo was a well-known and unique figure in the KGB system.

The KGB had set up a special 13th branch for him, and Nikonov had given him the highest authority. All heads must memorize his photos.

These are the first times since the establishment of the KGB, and they have never had such high treatment.

Du Weiguo's tone was very indifferent: "Just call me Wesley. What's your name?"

The bald man had not yet recovered from the shock and stuttered back:

"Mr. Wesley, hello, my name is Ivan, Ivan Bujinski~"

Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally and raised his hand to look at his watch. It was now 4:33. It only took an hour from the time he dialed Sergey's phone number to the time he found his target.

It’s extremely fast!

Patting Ivan on the shoulder, Du Weiguo said casually: "Okay, Ivan, you can just be responsible for guarding the outside. I will go in the small building myself."

"Oh, okay, Mr. Wesley."

Naturally, the one-eyed man did not dare to disobey Du Weiguo's order, so he nodded and bowed his head like an obedient boy, a bit of a loser.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly blurred, and Du Weiguo's figure disappeared like a ghost. (End of chapter)